MERRY CHRISTMAS

Okay, I know I'm horrible. So, uh, have a 10,000 word update for my taking so long? I tried explaining some things in here, but I don't know how good I did. And yes, I know Female Skaters can't do quads, but this is my universe, I'll do what I want. And in this universe- it's not uncommon. Okay?

Now for a real question-

Pichimetti or Seungchu-chu? It's your choice, and I'll include whichever gets the most votes.

I sigh in relief as the last person leaves the ice, leaving only the three of us on it's shining surface. Our passes as pro figure skaters allow us to stay in the rink until eleven, when we have to lock up and leave. That gives us two hours on the ice without interruption.

"Yuri," Viktor calls. I roll my eyes and exit the ice. The platinum haired man leads us into the bleachers, where there is a small alcove that hides us from the views of any stragglers. "Your short program is nearly solid, so we need to start working on your free skate. Is there anything you have in mind?" I lean back in the bench and tap my foot on the ground.

"Keep in mind that your theme is 'Vengeance'," Yuuri reminds me. I pull my phone out of my bag and pull up a song, handing it to Viktor, who puts in the earbuds and presses play. I watch his expressions as he listens to the song, and while he seems intrigued, it doesn't seem that he likes the music very much. I had barely convinced him to agree to my short program music, which he had deemed too heavy for figure skating. The music ends and he pulls the earbuds out of his ears and hands them to Yuuri.

"Are you absolutely sure about this piece? There's only one real way to skate a song like this, and it's very intense," he warns. I nod with a grunt of affirmation. Yuuri finishes the song and hands the phone back to me.

"He's right, Yurio. This will be a very intense skate. Are you absolutely sure? You have to remember your limits," he says.

"Yes, I'm sure, okay? I'm not going to pick some sissy piano piece for this theme." I tuck my phone in my bag again, pretending I don't notice the way that Viktor purses his lips. I start to stand, but a quiet voice suddenly reaches my ears, and I look to the ice. The girl from the counter is standing in the middle of the ice, facing our direction and frowning at the ground.

"How did he…" she trails off and shifts her feet, spinning in a tight circle. I narrow my eyes and watch curiously as she starts to skate, picking up speed as she goes around the edges of the rink, a look of intense concentration on her face. Behind me, Yuuri and Viktor have stood and moved forward to watch as well. My eyes suddenly widen as she gets in position for a flip and jumps. The landing is shaky, but she sticks it with a satisfied smirk.

"Oh my God," Viktor breathes. Yuuri has brought his hand up and covered his mouth in awe, and my jaw has dropped. She tries again and again. Finally, on the fifth attempt, she lands the jump perfectly and pauses, grinning. With a quick motion, she skates over to the wall of the rink and presses a few spots on the screen of her phone. Suddenly, a very familiar beat floods the rink, and I slowly turn toward Viktor.

"What did you say her name was?" I ask quietly. Viktor is watching her intensely, critiquing the program, probably.

"Uh… Savannah," he says. Recognition dawns on me as I watch her skate the program. There's only one Savannah I know who could skate this program so flawlessly. I watch as she skates into a quad salchow, double toe loop, triple flip combination and lands them all easily. A smile of exhilaration lights up her face as she moves into a step sequence. I feel a grin beginning to stretch over my face.

"That's her," I whisper. I begin to move out of the alcove, but Yuuri places a hand on my shoulder to keep me in place.

"Leave her be," he says. "I want to see what she can do when she thinks no one's watching." Subtly, Viktor has raised his phone and begun to record the girl. I turn back and watch as she finishes her skate, throwing her right arm around her stomach and her left over her head. I step back in surprise when she laughs as the next song comes on- Animal I Have Become. Does she still remember that routine? Apparently, she does, and she throws everything she has into the skating, carrying a huge smile through the whole song. She moves into a quad-single-double combination, but something goes wrong on the last jump, and she crashes to the ice. I wince, knowing the sensation all too well, but she jumps up and continues as if nothing happened. She seems to get lost in thought, her jumps and spins becoming a bit sloppier. I shake my head.

That was what her old coach had always warned her about. When she starts thinking, as she does often, she stops focusing on the program, which causes it to go wrong. The program ends, and she drops onto the ice, chest heaving. I look at Viktor, but he is still recording, so I return to watching her. This feels wrong, somehow. The next track comes through the speaker, the sounds of applause and cheering this time.

"And here we have Savannah Collins, representing Russia in the Junior Worlds! Savannah is 14 years old and says she loves to skate because it gives her a feeling of power. In her short program today, she will attempt four triples." The song comes through the speaker, soft and gentle, slowly picking up pace until it evolves into drums and guitar instead of the delicate piano it had been before. My eyes widen as Savannah practically flies to the speakers and stops the track from going any further. She pauses and takes a deep breath, but perks up when another song begins.

"What song is this?" Yuuri asks as Savannah skates into the routine.

"Heaven," I say softly. "She was choreographing this for her senior debut. That's when she vanished off the face of the Earth." Yuuri's grip on my shoulder tightens, seemingly realizing that I used to know her.

"Without losing a piece of me, how do I get to heaven? Without changing a part of me, how do I get to heaven?" She jumps into a triple-single-double combination and lands in a spin for a few measures, coming back up for a step sequence in time for the second verse.

"The truth runs wild, like the rain to the sea. Trying to set straight the lines that I trace to find some relief." Tears are cutting trails down her cheeks as she skates. "This voice inside, has been eating at me. Trying to embrace the picture I paint to color me free." She lands a triple axel right on the beat and enters a beautiful sequence of spins as the music reaches the bridge. When the music suddenly fades to a pianissimo, she skates gently back to the center of the rink and into her final pose, baring herself open for all to see. I can see her fighting for air as she skates back to the wall and takes huge gulps of water. Antique Gucci comes on, and I smile.

"Isn't this the song she used when she won the Grand Prix two or three years ago?" Viktor asks quietly. I nod and wait for her to start the routine, but she stays at the wall for a few minutes. With a cautious glance around the rink and a deep breath, she grabs the hem of her sapphire blue blouse and pulls it over her head, shaking her hair out behind her.

I tense when I see her physique, and Yuuri gasps in horror.

When I had known her at age fourteen, she had been healthy and muscular, with a body shape that promised attractive curves and elegant features. Now, though, her skin is stretched over her torso so I can see every single one of her ribs, and when she turns I can see her spine through the skin. Despite this, she has an obvious six pack and plenty of muscle in her legs and arms. She starts some laps, and as she gets closer I can see a pale, knotted scar at the bottom of her ribcage. She skates into the middle of the ice again and lowers her head in a beginning pose as the song ends, and I watch her curiously. The next song comes on, and she doesn't start skating, looking up in confusion instead and slowly skating over to the speaker again. We are just barely close enough to hear her words.

"I don't even have a program for this music. I must have saved it in the wrong playlist," she mutters. She spends a moment at the wall and then hesitantly presses a button on screen. She skates out into the center of the rink and strikes a pose that conveys despair, with her right arm pressed to her side and her face lined up with her left arm, which is extended gracefully from her body. The music isn't anything I recognize, but the piano chords are sad and quiet. She doesn't start moving immediately, waiting for the lyrics to start before starting to skate backwards and dance.

"Two A.M., where do I begin? Crying off my face again. The silent sound of loneliness, wants to follow me to bed." She pauses for a moment and then takes off around the rink, building up speed and improvising a step sequence. "I'm a ghost of a girl that I want to be most. I'm the shell of a girl that I used to know well…"

She jumps into a combination as the chorus begins. Quad flip, double loop, triple lutz.

"Dancing slowly in an empty room. Can the lonely take the place of you?" She starts to spin across the ice, entering another step sequence that keeps her at an unrelenting pace. Behind me, Yuuri sniffles, and I turn to look at him sharply. Tears are rolling down his face, but he can't seem to take his eyes off of the ice. Viktor's eyes are wide as he watches the routine, his phone still recording in his hands.

On the ice, Savannah is moving even faster now, throwing jump after jump into the routine- most of them quads. Her steps are becoming faster and more intricate, and her spins are few and far between, but it is a breathtaking performance nonetheless. She finally comes to a stop in the middle of the rink, clutching her fists to her chest and trembling. Yuuri has sat down, but Viktor seems frozen, staring at the teen on the ice. Savannah collapses to her knees in a coughing fit, her legs having given out underneath her. I start forward in concern, but once again a hand stops me from going, though this time it is Viktor's. I reluctantly step back. I suddenly notice a little boy running toward the gate to the rink and tug Viktor's sleeve. The man has put away his phone, but he is still watching the exhausted girl with a curious expression. At my persistent tugs, he follows my gaze to the small child and stiffens.

"Anya?" Savannah, despite her obvious exhaustion, is next to him within moments.

"Sacha! What are you doing here? Where's Elena?" Her voice is frightened as she pulls the little boy into a hug.

"She hurt her knee, and I was scared because you said you would be back a long time ago, so I came to get you," he says quietly. "I just wanted to help." Savannah mutters something into another hug and then pulls away and skates to get her things. When she steps off the ice, pulling on her blouse once again, I send a look at Viktor. The platinum haired man is staring at the ground thoughtfully, sending glances between Yuuri, Savannah, and I. Savannah leads the little boy over to the bleachers and climbs onto a bench near the three of us, sitting her brother down and starting to unlace her skates.

"Anya, when are we getting more food?" Yuuri gasps, and my eyes narrow. What does that mean?

"What do you mean, Sacha? Didn't you eat today?" Sacha nods, but keeps his gaze trained on the ground, kicking his feet back and forth slowly.

"Elena didn't," he says sadly. Savannah's head jolts up to stare at the boy.

"Why didn't she? We had food left, didn't we? Why didn't she eat some?" Viktor reaches over and grabs my arm, as if trying to hold me back, though I hadn't been moving at all.

"We only had one apple left, and she gave it to me and Aisha." I close my eyes and sigh softly. "Anya, didn't you have food today?"

"No, I haven't had anything to eat today, Sacha. But I'll give my dinner to Elena if it makes you feel better, okay?" Viktor's grip on my arm tightens, and I can feel him trembling with rage.

"What about you? You need food, too. You didn't eat yesterday either!" The little boy is frantic, his voice rising in fear. I turn away from the conversation and move backwards through the alcove, sitting in the very back.

"It's okay, dorogaya, I'm a big girl, remember? I don't need as much food as you do. And if Elena's knee is going to get better, she needs to eat up, right?" I wince, remembering the sight of her skin stretched so thinly over her ribs. Just how long has she gone without eating? Sacha mutters a response that I don't catch. I lower my head and stare at the ground, clasping my hands in front of me. "Cheer up, Sacha. I got a treat for us, Savannah says, an excited tone to her voice that doesn't sound completely fake.

"What is it?"

"It's Alenka. It's chocolate."

"What's that?" I close my eyes and take a deep breath as anger rushes through me. What kind of child doesn't even know what chocolate is? Savannah's breathy, melodic laugh echoes through the rink.

"It's very good. It's a kind of candy. If you leave it on your tongue, it melts into a sweet syrup, and if you put some in a cup of warm milk, it makes hot chocolate," she says.

"Really?" Sacha sounds awed at his big sister's explanation of the sweet.

"Really, really." There is a short moment of silence, and then-

"Can we eat it now?"

"No. We have to go home first, remember? Elena and Aisha will want some, too."

"Let's go!" Several thumps occur in quick presession, and Savannah laughs once more, running after a small figure through the main door.

A heavy silence follows their exit. When I finally gather the courage to look up, I see Viktor clutching the railing behind him and glaring at the ground. Yuuri has silent tears rolling down his cheeks, and his lips are pressed to his closed fist. Without thinking, I stand and race after Savannah and Sacha, ignoring my coaches as they shout for me to come back. I stop when I reach the street, looking around to try and find the pair. I catch sight of them turning a corner to my left and sprint after them, weaving through the crowd agily. I turn the corner and freeze. They've disappeared. Slowly, I start walking between the brick walls, glancing around carefully for any sign of the vanishing teen.

There isn't much to see in this tiny alleyway. A large, fluffy cat rest on a dumpster, and a young girl is playing hopscotch at the very end, but there are no other signs of life.

"Careful, Sacha. Watch for the cracks."

I whip to the left, but still, no one is there. I stop and stare down the alley in confusion.

"Anya!"

"You're finally home?"

"Sorry I'm late, Elena. I… Got distracted." I growl in frustration and creep through the shadows again, trying to find the disembodied voice. "As it is, you let your brother get out. He got all the way to the ice rink. You know how dangerous that is, don't you?" The younger girl mutters a reply as I catch sight of a soft glow near the ground. I walk toward it briskly. There is a small, rectangular hole in the wall, about three feet above the ground.

"A-ya! A-ya!" I crouch and peer through the hole, peering past the dirty shards of broken glass, and my eyes widen at the sight. Savannah is standing in what looks like a tiny sitting room, with only a small kitchen behind her. On a ratty couch, a young girl- Elena, I presume -is glowering up at her sister. Sacha has run off somewhere, and a red haired toddler is waddling toward the teen, who has crouched with her arms open wide to receive her.

"Hi, Aisha! How are you today?" Savannah asks with a smile, scooping the little girl up into her arms. Aisha wraps her arms around Savannah's neck.

"Hung'y," she says. Savannah sighs.

"I know, sweetheart. I know. I'm going shopping tomorrow, okay? Do you think you can be hungry just for tonight?"

Aisha pouts, but nods. "Wan' down! Wan' down!" She wiggles in Savannah's grasp until she is set back on the floor, when she wanders over to the fire and sits down on a thick blanket. A small, ratty poodle is in her arms quickly, and her large, olive shaped eyes fixed on the flickering flames. I notice the dirt and ash smudged across her cheeks, making her look darker than she is, and the bruises, scrapes and cuts littering her arms and legs. I stumble back in horror, nausea blossoming in my gut. I turn and run away, not stopping until I am back in my apartment and seated on my bed. Tears are racing down my cheeks, and a sob forces its way out of my throat.

Is that it then? Is that what it's like on the streets? And I know it's not just Savannah- hundreds of people around the world live in similar or worse conditions. It makes me grateful for all I have, but despite the unfeeling mask I try to put up, even I have my weaknesses. This, apparently, is one of them. Potya jumps up on the bed and meows timidly, as if she's concerned. I uncurl a hand and she practically leaps into my lap, pressing against me and purring loudly. My sobs calm to soft sniffles as I snuggle the fluffy cat.

"Oh, Potya. We're really lucky, you know that?" Potya reaches up and presses a paw to my cheek, meowing again. I sigh and pull out my phone, pulling up my messages with Otabek in silence. A short clip of him landing a quad salchow greets me, but I ignore it, my thumbs hovering over the buttons on the keypad for a moment before I type out a short message.

To Beka 3: Skype?

From Beka 3: Now?

To Beka 3: please

I pull open my laptop, trying to save my appearance for my boyfriend before he sees me. After a moment, I realize that my attempts are fruitless and give up, resigning myself to greasy, knotted hair and a tear-stained face. The call comes through, and I waste no time answering it.

The large smile on Otabek's face falls into a serious frown the second he sees me. "Yura? Are you okay?" I nod, hesitate, and then shrug. "What's happened?" I start to answer, but choke up and turn away for a moment before I start again.

"D-Do you remember Savannah Collins?" I ask quietly.

Otabek nods slowly. "That skater who went missing a few years back? Yeah," he says.

"I found her." I pull Potya even closer to my chest than she is already, and she purrs loudly. Otabek's eyes widen dramatically.

"In Saint Petersburg? How?"

I shrug again. "She works at the ice rink," I say half-heartedly.

"Okay… So why are you crying?"

I take a deep breath and look at the grainy image of Otabek on the screen. "Otabek, I-... I watched her skate again, with Katsudon and the old man, and… She seemed so lonely. She's only gotten better than she was in the Junior's. She could win, but she's… She's starving, Beka. She took her shirt off to skate, and you can see every single one of her ribs." Tears start to fill my eyes again. "A-and her little brother ran away from home to get her. Beka, all he'd had to eat today was half of an apple. He couldn't have been more than five years old. He didn't even know what chocolate is! I followed her home afterwards, to talk to her, but I couldn't find her except for a broken window near the ground. They're in a tiny little apartment made of stone. Can you imagine how cold it gets in the winter, Beks? And she has two little sisters. One of them is a little toddler, and she-" I choke off and look down at my bed, refusing to meet Otabek's eyes.

"Oh, Yura… Hey, will you look at me?" I look up through my bangs. Otabek is smiling softly at me through the screen. "You know I wish more than anything that I could be over there for you right now, kitten. Are you… Do you think you can hold out for a week or two?"

I look at him in confusion. "What?"

"I'll get tickets to come to Saint Petersburg soon, okay? Just hold on until I get there," he says softly. Despite myself, a small smile graces my lips.

"Really?" I ask in a whisper. Otabek grins.

"Of course, kitten. Why would I lie to you?"

I chuckle humorlessly and we fall into a comfortable silence. "Thanks, Beka," I whisper. "It means a lot."

"In the meantime, why don't you find a way to help her?" he suggests. I shrug.

"I wouldn't know how," I say.

Otabek shifts, and the screen freezes for a moment before he settles. "Well, you said they don't have enough to eat, right?" I nod. "So make them some of your grandfather's pirozhki, maybe." I pause for a moment and ponder the idea.

"Yeah… I think I'll do that," I say. "Thanks, Beka." With my problem temporarily solved, we move on to talking about other things. Neatly three hours later, however, my exhaustion overcomes me, and my world fades to black as Otabek softly tells me a story about his little sister.

~oXo~Time Skip Brought To You By A Lazy Author~oXo~

I walk into the ice rink, staring at my shoes as they scuff over the tiled floors. My gym bag is slung over my shoulder, and my headphones are playing the music for my short program loudly. I turn into the front office and slap my pass on the counter without looking up. My thoughts are still consumed by all I learned last night, and I'm having trouble focusing because of it. I snap out of my thoughts when a hand waves in front of my eyes. I pull off my headphones and look up at the counter. Savannah is staring at me with a frown on her face.

"You alright, goldilocks?" she asks. I hesitate and then glare, putting my mask back up.

"I'm fine, baka," I snarl. Savannah raises an eyebrow, but backs off.

"Alright." She returns to the pass, leaving me to mull in my thoughts. She finishes quickly and pushes it back to me, still watching me carefully. I hoist my bag higher on my shoulder and walk out to the rink without sending a glance over my shoulder. I quickly lace up my skates and glide out onto the ice, carving grooves into the surface as I take a lap at top speed. No one else is in the rink yet, so I take my speakers and phone out of my bag and plug them in. 'It Has Begun' by Starset fills the rink, and I begin my routine, trying to focus and failing miserably. I huff when the music ends and skate over to my phone to turn on loop, skating back out to the middle of the rink. The music starts, and I skate backwards, moving my arms gently in front of me. I jump, landing right when I'm supposed to, but falling hard onto the ice. I slam my fist down on my thigh as I stand and move back into the routine, anger clouding my mind. It isn't until my third failed salchow that another voice enters the rink.

"I don't think you're fine." I turn and glare at Savannah. She returns it with a level stare. "How is it that someone who could land that jump without breaking a sweat yesterday is suddenly unable to decide how to land it at all?" I notice she is wearing her skates, and she skates over to me, stopping just in front of me and placing a hand on a cocked hip.

"Shouldn't you be handing out skates or something?" I snap. Savannah glares at me.

"I have an early class," she says calmly. "Now about those jumps. You-"

"-Don't need advice from you." Silence fills the rink, with the two of us staring each other down. Savannah's gaze is suddenly icy.

"Turn off the music and listen to me, baka," she says, doing a cruel imitation of my voice on the last word. "If you can't focus, you could seriously hurt yourself. Maybe even badly enough to end your career. Your coaches called to say that they won't be coming in today. What are they going to do if they come back to an injured student?" My eyes are wide, and I stare at her in mild shock and annoyance. After a few minutes of a glare-off, the corner of my mouth twitches upward into an involuntary grin that I immediately wipe off of my face. I can tell she noticed it though, because her glare softens. I turn off my music and bow to her mockingly.

"What shall I do now, your majesty?" I ask sarcastically. Savannah smirks and lifts her chin high.

"Do the jump properly, peasant." I roll my eyes, but move into position for the jump. I launch off of the ice, land, and crash down on my left shoulder. I lift myself up, wincing from embarrassment and pain, but a hand appears in front of me. I look up in surprise. Savannah is standing in front of me with her arm extended and a small smile on her face. I begrudgingly take her hand and allow her to help me up, pulling away and glowering at my feet the second I'm standing. "You know what you did wrong, right?"

I begin to answer, but snap my jaw shut and deepen my glare when I realize that no, I don't. Savannah laughs. "You're jumping for a flip, but you're trying to land for a salchow. See the problem?"

I roll my eyes again. "Yes, I do," I grumble.

"Good. Do it again."

I snort with contempt, but reluctantly move into position for a salchow again. This time when I land I stay up, gliding smoothly into a final rotation and coming to a stop in front of Savannah. I raise an eyebrow and cock my hip, folding my arms over my chest. "Good enough, coach?" The girl smiles and skates backwards slowly.

"Much better," she says quietly. We fall into a slightly awkward silence, not meeting each others eyes.

I am starting to regret my actions last night. What kind of person am I to follow someone home and listen in on her life? I can only imagine what my grandfather would say. And what of Savannah herself? She'd probably think I'm some kind of creepy stalker, or- or-

"Hey, what's wrong?" I blink and shake my head, looking at Savannah with wide eyes. She glides back a bit, wincing slightly. "Sorry. I-I just-" she pauses for a moment, and then takes a deep breath and continues. "Look, I know we've only just met, but I'm here for you okay? I, uh, I can tell when something's wrong with people, most of the time, and you seem really out of it today. Do you- Do you want to talk?" She looks hesitant, and her icy blue eyes are flicking around the rink, looking at anything but me.

I look down at the ice, trying to come up with a believable excuse. A few moments pass before I think of something. "My boyfriend is coming to town," I say. "I guess I'm just excited." I glance up and meet Savannah's gaze. Her eyes are sparkling.

"Really? Where is he coming from?" she asks. The corners of my mouth twitch upwards into a small smile.

"He lives just outside of Almaty." Savannah looks confused, so I explain a bit more. "It's in Kazakhstan?" Her eyes widen almost comically and she nods.

"Is that all then?" she asks. I start to nod, but pause.

Do I tell her? Ethically, yes I should. But realistically? Of course I won't. I smile at her and nod firmly, and she grins.

"Well, I'll be waiting to meet him then," she says. "Oh! I never got your-"

"Anya!" Savannah gets cut off halfway through her sentence when a small voice shouts across the rink. We both turn and look at the little girl who has skated onto the ice. She is wobbling from side to side, trying to keep her balance. Savannah rolls her eyes at me and waves, skating toward the little girl and steadying her. I watch her for a moment before I turn back to my radio and turn on the song I wanted to use for my free skate.

More children arrive before long, trying to keep their balance as I skate easily, trying to map out some rough choreography. I hear Savannah shouting instructions to the kids, and their high-pitched squeals invade my thoughts every few seconds. I launch myself into a combination jump, but over-rotate on the last triple, touching down on the ice. I let out a sound of frustration and skate over to my speakers. The song doesn't sound right anymore. I pause the music and take a drink out of my jeweled tiger print water bottle, checking my notifications on my phone while I sip. I have a new text from Otabek, and I open it quickly.

From Beka 3: How is it going?

I quickly type a reply and send it before placing my phone back on the wall of the rink.

To Beka 3: It's not. I don't know what to say to her.

I start to take laps around the rink, picking up speed and turning sharply, weaving in and out of people. The rink is filling slowly but steadily as more and more people rent out skates and join the crowds. I flip around with a quick waltz jump and start skating backwards without changing speed, angling my head slightly so I can still move around people. Eventually, the crowd becomes thick enough that I move to the clear space in the middle to practice me jumps. Applause erupts after I land a quad-triple combo and I move back into the crowd.

Savannah and I catch glimpses of each other every now and again, but she is always helping her students, and I don't ever feel like stopping to chat.

It takes hours for the crowd to die down again, and by that time I have become overly frustrated with myself. The song I have chosen no longer feels right, and my body is covered in yellow splotches that I know will be dark bruises by tomorrow. I skate over to the barrier and grab my phone, turning on a playlist as I connect it to my speakers. The sounds of heavy guitars and drums fills the rink, and I move to the middle of the ice to skate off my anger. The last little kids leave a few songs later, and Savannah skates my direction.

"So," she says, "it's closing time, but I'm planning on staying a little longer. Care to join me?" I give her a long, calculating look, and nod sharply. Savannah grins. "Great!" She tilts her head, and we move toward the gate. I only remember to retrieve my phone at the last minute as we pass it. We put on our skate guards and walk toward the office, where she fiddles with a few things and turns off the lights outside, including the blinking neon open sign.

"Want anything before I completely shut down?" she asks. I shake my head and type out a text to Beka, grinning softly at his last message.

"I'm okay." There is silence for a moment, and then-

"That boy of yours must be quite the catch."

I look up with a frown. "Wha-"

"I've been fighting tooth and nail to get you to smile for the past two days, and all I've gotten is a smirk. He's not even here and you're grinning like a lovestruck idiot." I reel backwards, my eyes widening for a moment before a scowl overtakes my features and I start to snap back a retort. "You don't need to get snippy about it. If anything, you should smile more often. It looks good on you." With a slam, the concessions window's gate comes down between us and I am left staring at a wall of glinting silver. I stand on the concrete for a few minutes alone, and she finally appears around the wall with a bag on her shoulder. We go back to the ice and take off our guards again, starting a few lazy circles.

"You're not very talkative, are you?"

"Why should I be? Everyone else talks more than enough to make up for my absence," I say. Savannah laughs.

"Very true," she says. "It's a lonely life, though. I would know."

"You would, wouldn't you?" I turn to look at her, skating backwards. Savannah starts, but then her face relaxes into a sad smile.

"How long have you known?" she asks.

I shake my head. "Since last night," I say. "My coaches and I stayed back to keep practicing, and we ended up watching you skate."

Savannah raises an eyebrow at me and folds her arms over her chest. "From what I remember of you, Yuri, you were never a stalker."

Now it's my turn to stare. Savannah rolls her eyes.

"Please. You don't think I would recognize you? I spent two years of my life kicking your ass. I know what you look like when you skate," she laughs. She comes to a stop next to the barrier, and I do the same.

"Why pretend, though?" I ask. Finally, Savannah looks mildly uncomfortable.

"I didn't want to distract you with the season coming up so fast," she says quietly, shrugging. I roll my eyes and glare at her.

"Distract me? Really?" Silence falls between us. "Why aren't you competing anymore?" I ask finally.

"I have to take care of my siblings. The police don't care what we do. The orphanages are too full to take us in, and none of them have died yet, so as long as they don't, they get to stay with me. Competing would move me around too much. And I-" she cuts off for a moment and looks down. "-I'm not strong enough anymore. Yuri, I don't get enough to eat. If you watched me skate yesterday then you already know that. I don't have the stamina or the strength that I need to keep up with all of the world-class skaters like you and Viktor. There's no way I could compete."

"But do you want to?" I ask softly.

Savannah looks up with tears in her eyes. "Of course I do! Gods, yes! I miss it everyday, Yuri, but my family has to come first."

I watch her for a long while. "About a year ago," I say, "my Grandpa passed away and I had to move in with Viktor and Yuuri full time."

"Yuri, I-"

"There wasn't anything to be done- It was Ischemic heart disease. It shouldn't have killed him, but he had a heart attack because of it." Savannah reaches over and sets her hand on my arm, but I brush it off and shake my head. "I wasn't home at the time. I came home to him on the kitchen floor. I called the ambulance, but by the time they got there, it was too late. Viktor and Yuuri took me in, but there were problems with the court concerning the legality of it. Technically, my parents are still alive, so I should have gone to them, but Yuuri fought tooth and nail to keep me. Viktor covered the social media aspect. Somehow, a bunch of figure skating blogs had caught wind of it, so Viktor was trying to keep my life at least partially private at this point. I hadn't seen my parents since they left me with Grandpa, and suddenly I was supposed to just walk back to them quietly? After everything they'd done… I was supposed to simply forgive them and place all of my trust in them again? They eventually signed me over to Viktor and Yuuri. They helped me with everything. They took care of Grandpa's funeral, the house, getting me moved. They even remodeled an entire room in their house for me."

"Cat print everything, obviously," Savannah says quietly. I send her a soft smile.

"The first few months were hard. My friend Mila got in an accident that put her out of competition, and I felt lonely and lost. My Grandpa had always been there for me. When I'd had a hard day training, I could go to him, and he would be there. And suddenly… he was gone. I didn't have any inspiration, and I nearly dropped out of last season. Beka helped a lot. He kind of… forced himself into my life, I guess? He picked me up, set me back on the ice, and told me to skate in a way that would make my Grandpa proud. I got silver in the Grand Prix. I lost to Yuuri by two points, but I beat Viktor. And now that they've retired, they've decided to coach me." I turn to her and give her a fierce look. "I think you should come back. We can choreograph a routine after hours. You won't have to miss any work. You could win, Savannah. I know you could. And besides, the money for placing will be more than enough to sustain your family for a while."

"Yuri…" Savannah sighs and starts skating slowly away. I follow her. "I can't leave my siblings. It would be too much travel. They would be alone for too long. I can't put that kind of pressure on Elena. And besides," she says softly, "I wouldn't win. You know that. My skills have deteriorated too much and my stamina and strength are nothing like what they used to be."

"You can still jump, can't you? We'll choreograph a piece that plays for your strengths. And I'm sure Yakov and Lilia will help with your siblings. And if they can't watch them I'll make Mila do it," I say determinedly. "And you can win, Anya. It'll take a lot of work, obviously, but you can do it. I know you can. You won the Junior Grand Prix and the Junior Worlds twice, and you think you couldn't?"

"Yuri-"

"I can help you. I can help you choreograph a routine. You can pick out a theme, we can find some music, and then we'll choreograph. We'll work on it everyday. You work here, so you get free entrance to the rink whenever you want, right? We can do this, Savannah. And even if you don't end up entering this season, you'll have something new to skate, right?" I turn to look at the redhead. She is biting her lip hard enough that a bead of blood is forming on the stretched skin. Her gaze is trained on the ground, and her hair is falling in front of her face, half blocking it from view. A few minutes pass in silence.

"Okay," she says finally. "Let's do it." I grin, but she holds up a finger to keep me from talking just yet. "I'm not promising to enter the season, but we can work on a routine." She turns to me with shining eyes and an ear-splitting smile. "Thank you," she whispers. I grin and nod at her.

"Of course," I say.

"I don't know about a theme, but I do have a song I've been wanting to skate to for a while," she says excitedly. Before I can blink, she's gone. I turn and see her next to the barrier, looking at something on her phone. I speed over to her just as she plugs the device into her speakers and starts a song. A clear female voice floods the rink, with high, staggering violin behind her.

I can't help but stare at Savannah slightly. She's always loved rock and EDM. It was the only reason I talked to her at first. We shared a similar music taste. This song is sweet and lilting. Nothing like what I had once known from her. We stand in silence, listening. The song is edited to be shorter than it really is- or so I assume. My eyes narrow when the beat drops in the chorus. That's more like it.

The song ends, and Savannah turns to me with an inquisitive look in her eyes. I nod. "I like it a lot. Are you sure you want to do that one?"

Savannah nods happily. "Absolutely," she says. I ask her to play it again, and she pulls a notebook and pen out of her gym bag, leaning over the barrier to get to it. The notebook has seen better days, and the pages are filled with scribbles, notes, and choreography. She finds a blank page and writes the title of the song- Shatter Me. I lean over and point at the page.

"We're utilizing that Quad Flip," I say. "What other ones do you know again?"

"Um… Salchow, Toe Loop, and Lutz," she responds distractedly, already mapping out a bit for the beginning of the routine. I nod again and reach over to snatch the pen from her hand, scribbling out a note and writing something over it. Savannah's eyes widen and her mouth drops into an 'O' shape. She nods and writes something else next to it. I grin.

"Let's try just this much with the music," I say. She salutes me and skates out the center of the rink. I turn on the music, and she spins her arms around her before dipping into a low bow and rising with one arm curved delicately above her. She strikes out, skating backwards in a wide circle on her right foot and flicking her wrists in the direction of where the audience would be, conveying loneliness and vulnerability with even those simple movements. She moves into a step sequence, crossing her feet, spinning, and gliding. It is beautiful for all of four seconds- when she trips and crashes to the ice. I chuckle and skate out to her. She is sprawled on her back, her eyes closed and her chest heaving.

"Are you getting up?" I ask. Suddenly, her icy eyes snap open and she gasps loudly.

"I've died!" she wails dramatically. She throws her arm over her face and I burst into laughter.

"Get up!" I say, trying to suppress my chuckles.

Savannah grins up at me. "Is that all it took to get you to laugh? Damn, you used to be so easy to hang out with. What happened?" I roll my eyes and skate a little away, shooting her a significant look as she gets up. "Right. Don't answer that."

We spend the next two hours working up a step sequence of beauty, and we both work up a good sweat and a few bruises. Eventually, though, Savannah figures out the steps, and we both decide to call it a night. We grab our bags and change into our shoes in silence, and together we walk out into the dark street, staying close to the doors of the rink to avoid the crowds while Savannah locks up. As soon as she's finished, we step into the sea of people and weave our way through the people.

"Where are you going?" she asks. I roll my eyes at her.

"With you," I say. For a moment, she looks like she's going to protest, but then someone steps between us and I lose her to the mess. I meet her again at the mouth of the alleyway, where she is waiting for me, pale and nervous-looking. I send her a soft smile and we walk down the alley. She suddenly reaches out and grabs my arm.

"B-before you come in," she says quietly, "you should know a few things." There is a heavy pause while I wait for her to continue. "Elena… Elena still remembers you, and I don't think she likes you much, so she might be a bit rude. Sacha is likely to try and play all sorts of games with you, but if you're uncomfortable, that's fine. Just ask him to stop. Vikya will latch onto you and won't let you go unless you pry her off of you. There's not much to do on that front. She's only three. I want to apologize in advance, because you know, they don't know any better, and I know you don't particularly enjoy-"

"Savannah," I interrupt. Her blue eyes widen and she looks up at me, flustered. "It's fine. Don't worry." With hesitation clear in the way she bites her lip and glances at the ground, the redhead nods and leads me over to a small alcove. We walk down a few crumbling stone steps and reach a rickety wooden door. With a deep breath, Savannah opens the door and steps into her home with me following behind her.

"Elena! Sacha! Vikya! I'm home!" Before she manages to finish her sentence, the pitter-patter of small feet running down the stone hallway reaches my ears. A little boy appears from the darkness and jumps into his sisters waiting arms.

"Anya!" he cries.

Savannah smiles and holds him tightly as a small girl comes around the corner. "Hello, Sacha," she chuckles.

The little girl stops in front of her and pouts, reaching up to make grabbing motions at Savannah. "Up! Up!" she says. Savannah scoops her up too, and manages to hobble her way over in front of the fireplace, where she sits down and places the kids on either side of her. For the first time, they notice me. The little girl, whom I assume is Viktoria, freezes, her emerald green eyes wide. "Who that?" One small finger comes up to point at me accusingly. Sacha's head shoots around to stare at me. Suddenly, a huge grin breaks out on his face and he jumps to his feet and sprints toward me. I barely catch him as he takes a giant leap into me arms.

"Are you Anya's friend?" he asks with a laugh. I wince internally, but force a smile for the little boy.

"Yes, I am. You must be little Alexandrovic. I've heard quite a bit about you," I say. Blue eyes widen and a small, pale hand reaches out to pat my cheek as I adjust my grip on him, setting him on my hip to carry him more comfortably.

"You're so pretty!" he gasps.

I grin and give a passable excuse for a hug. "Thank you," I say. Savannah waves me forward and calls for Elena again, and I set Sacha back on the ground and pick up my bag. Slow, halting footsteps sound from the hallway, and a pre-teen girl appears in the entrance. Her hair is covering half of her face, but the one brown eye I can see narrows in hostility the second she catches sight of me.

"Hello, Elena," I say quietly. The girl in question only scowls at me and limps over to the fireplace, flopping down on the blankets in front of the roaring flames. I clear my throat awkwardly and sit down near Savannah. "I, uh, brought something." I open my bag and pull out a large container of pirozhki that I had made that morning. Elena's eyes widen, and Viktoria immediately waddles over to me and sits heavily in my lap, reaching for the food with grabby hands.

Savannah stares at me in surprise. "Yuri… You didn't have to-"

"I know," I say. "But I wanted to, so…" I pull the lid off of the tupperware and hand one of the meat-filled buns to Viktoria. The young girl stares at it in awe for only a moment before she takes a large bite. I grin when she kicks her legs in delight and squeals as she chews. Sacha eagerly takes one and immediately bites into it, his face bright red as he watches me for my reaction. I hold the container out to Elena, who cautiously grabs one off the top of the pile and then only holds it, watching me suspiciously. When I turn to offer one to Savannah, however, she politely turns it away.

"I'll eat when they've finished," she says. I roll my eyes and slap a pirozhki into her hand.

"Don't be stupid," I growl. "You have to eat if we're getting you back in shape." Savannah's eyes sparkle teasingly as she chuckles and begins to eat the meat bun. I hear a whine and turn to see Vikya reaching desperately for another bun. I bring the container back to her and hand her another one. The little girl sends a smile my way and suddenly snuggles closer to me, tucking into my chest and eating her food. Sacha sits next to Elena in front of the fire, grinning as he, too, continues to eat.

"So, Yuri," Savannah suddenly says, sounding hesitant. I raise an eyebrow her direction. "If this is something we're going to do, I'm going to have to bring these guys to the rink sometimes. Is… Is that okay?"

I look at her quizzically. "Of course," I say. "Why wouldn't it be?"

"I just… I don't know. I'm nervous, I guess."

"Why?"

"No reason. Wouldn't you be?" Savannah's flinty blue gaze is fixed on my own. I twist my expression into a fierce glare and return he stare with just as much fervor. What feels like hours later, she blinks and shakes her head. "Damn. Still got it, don't you?" I smirk and turn back to my food.

~oXo~Time skip because I suck~oXo~

Hours later, when I've finally returned to the apartment, I send out a quick text to Otabek.

To Beka 3: Thanks for helping me out. I needed that. Miss you!

I roll onto my back and stare up at the ceiling. I miss my grandfather, that much is true, and I miss my boyfriend, too. I may not be able to get grandpa back, but I can hold on to Beka with all I've got.

With a soft sigh, I grab the large teddy bear on the other side of my bed and pull it to my chest, burying my face in it's soft plush. I smile into its fur as I remember that Beka is coming to St. Petersburg soon. I think of all the things we can do together- I can introduce him to Savannah, and cross my fingers that they get along. My mind drifts through multiple subjects, but eventually lands on one thing- Savannah's programs.

What about her theme? Return, I think, would be a good one, but from what I remember of my friend, she was never one to use something that simple. And besides, that theme is overused and cliche. I think about the song she chose. The lyrics echo in my mind, and I try to imagine a routine to put to them. The step sequence would be beautiful and complex, and the jumps landing perfectly on the beat. I can image the routine, and I scramble out of bed to write down my ideas before I forget them. I know that Savannah can't compete without an official coach, and I don't have the skill set nor patience required to be that. But who do I know who does? Viktor, certainly, and-

My eyes widen. Why didn't I think of it before? Gods, I'm so stupid! I quickly scrawl down the last of my ideas and snatch up my phone, punching in a familiar number and impatiently waiting for the recipient to pick up.

"Yuri? Do you have any idea what time it is?"

"Listen, Pig. I need a favor."

So how was it?

I'm not going to tell you that my mental health was bad for a while or whatever, or try to make excuses for not updating. Here's what's happened.

1) I realized I suck at keeping promises

2) I'm lazy

3) Choir

4) Schoolwork and early morning classes

5) Choir

6) I'm REALLY lazy

So there we go. For another question, though. Would you guys prefer longer chapters but less frequent updates, or shorter chapters with more frequent updates? Again, it's your choice, and I'll do whatever gets the most votes.

Enjoy your holidays, stay safe, stay sober, stay happy!